Andrew: Where do you think you're going love. I'm not done yet!
I looked at him with wide eyes, on the verge of crying. My one hand was holding the towel on my body in a strong grip while the other hand was on his chest to create some distance between us, which was impossible.
His gaze was so strong and piercing through my soul. There was something in his eyes other then his stoic expression.
I averted my eyes away from his and kept my head low while struggling to get free from his hold.
Chloe: l-let m-me go.
He didn't responded but on the other hand tightened his hold on me. I started squirming more.
Chloe: l-let go pl-please.
Still no response but he tightened his hold to death like grip, which will surely leave a bruise.
A tear slid down my eyes with out my will, it was impossib
